This is a follow up post on my "it's not working" blog post. The rest of my day went okay, I met up with my college friends and we talked like we haven't seen each other for like a year or so. It was great catching up with them to be honest and I totally felt okay in my own skin. The day after that I returned to the mall where we met to get something for my dad, I ended up aiting for 3 hours in line and get nothing, I was kinda exhauseted because I totally skipped lunch and just went straight home.

Saturday, we went to my dad's Christmas party (with some of his old officemates) it was okay. I was TOTALLY bored because the more people arrive the more they talk with each other and I ended up talking to my sister, staring into space and missing my mom. Not the best evening and my dad told me that I wouldn't be bored if I'd just socialized... well FYI Me = Socially Awkward + Social Anxiety. HE obviously doesn't know that face about me. I become really awkward when like 20 or more people are in the room. We were supposed to leave before 9 and we ended up leaving at 11:30 and he still managed to drive properly with alcohol in his system. The morning was far better that I expected it would be. we had breakfast at 9, finished at 10  and checked out at 12nn. WE drove up to "get coffee" at this famous cafe in the are but we were stuck in traffic for 2 hours. We went back and got starbucks instead and that's where things went badly for me. I realized that we haven't had a proper meal after out brunch and the choloate is getting to me, I felt my body turn cold and I was sweating bullets, I didn't tell my dad immediately because I obviously don't want him to panic. We even bought treats, by around 4pm I felt real worse, my stomach wanted to spew everything out, my head was throbbing, my body was super cold and I'm sweating bullets at the back of my neck. We were at the express way and I asked if we could stop because I told him I really wanted to use the bathroom. Coming out, he saw me and asked if I was okay, I told him the truth "Nope. My head hurts and I feel sick". I hardly touched the food that he got for me and by past 6 we finally got home, I napped, woke up, used the bathroom and saw my self in the mirror with my face all bloated, I knew what was wrong... Sinusitis attack.

I stayed up till 4 am pushing rolled up tissue up my nose so that I could sneeze and the mucus would get out my freakin nose. Afternoon came and my sister wanted to meet us up for dinner since we hardly saw her on the weekend. Still tired, we went anyway and we got home around 10pm and we hadly did anything the next day.

I honestly am still tired from the week that passed. I really don't want to do that again because it's exhausting AF. I did enjoy most of it tho so I don't regret it.